Off The Main Road

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #346

Words:  bread, growl, devil, stranger, drive, on, light, switch, off, shy, stripe, snatches

In snatches of highway
light, road stripes seemed
to switch on and off. Still,
shying away from the main road,
the stranger’s keen eyes afforded
him ample vision. He had enough
bread to keep himself going
at least for now. He planned
to drive until dawn. Stifling
a yawn, he hears a growl of
sirens coming his way. His only
thought is, how the devil
did they find me?

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Off The Main Road

  1. hypercryptical says:

    They have that knack, don’t they?
    Well done with the words.
    Anna :o]


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